Opening the program list, a row of handwritten words "Welcome to you, my friend" came into view, making you approachable. "8:30, "Festival with Me"; 8:40, "A Moment, Light Year"; 8:50, "Car Chaser"; 9:00, "Crefresh"..."

"I haven't heard of any strange names. Actually, I prefer the Italian operas sung by Pavarotti."

"You? I can't believe it. I thought you would like to dance yangko." An Chunchun said a rare playful word, and then saw Lao Liao's pitiful and helpless expression pursed his lips. Her smile was as open as a zhilan, light and pleasant, not as gorgeous as it was, but it made people savor for a long time.

I used to be with the Speed ​​Party and had never had a relationship with a woman, but I had accumulated a lot of experience teasing the bar girl. He almost said: "Sister, your breasts are pretty good, where is it?" Finally, I saved my teacher status and pretended to be a music master and said: "Opera is a foreign tradition, and yangko is a Chinese tradition. I like both of them, there is no difference. Don't think that yangko is very tacky, it is also a lyrical art method, and it is very particular about skills. In the eyes of foreigners, they admire it very much. I still remember the scene of a group of old foreigners asking for signatures at the Cultural Festival a few years ago."

An Chunchun covered her mouth and smiled constantly, then said, "Teacher, I really envy you. I always talk about jokes so calmly and seriously."

Liao Xuebing saw the jealousy in Cui Zheng's eyes and said to himself: "Let's learn a little if you have time!"

Cui Zheng gritted his teeth. Even though he felt that the teacher wouldn't really steal the person he liked, he was still very uncomfortable when he saw An Chunchun laughing so happily, and thought to himself: "Jiang is really old. Don't be too proud too early. Wait for the concert to make you ugly."

An Chunchun said: "Teacher, have you really never heard Murong Bingyu's song?"

"Yes, maybe I'm too out of date. You know that when I get old, I don't like noisy places."

An Chunchun smiled and said, "That's because the teacher doesn't understand Murong Bingyu. I heard that she lived a hard life when she was a child. She lived in a small mountain village in the north. When she was thirteen years old, her family had no money to support her in school. But she had a great ideal. She kept learning music by herself while doing farm work. Until one day, a famous music producer went to the countryside to collect folk songs and accidentally heard her singing. She was shocked, and then she discovered her talent and trained it. Until her first appearance, the entire music industry was shocked. Murong Bingyu worked very hard. Over the past few years, she had been studying middle school and university courses. It seemed that she had been a guest lecturer at the School of Music."

Due to the huge external sound, the two of them became very close to each other in order to speak, and almost got together. Cui Zheng kept comforting himself: "I hope the teacher is helping her to tutor her Chinese language lessons..."

The concert was officially started for half an hour, and the stands were already uneasy. Several boys in the back row of Liao Xuebing shouted loudly. A plastic sign with the word "ice" printed on it was not tired after holding it for a long time. Another group of people were singing in unison: "A moment I waited for you, I walked through a light year..." It was still very weak at first, and gradually gathered more and more, and evolved into a chorus of ten thousand people.

"Damn it, I can't stand it." No need for students to think of any way to deal with him. This kind of fanaticism with a generation gap has made him feel uncomfortable. "It's a total destruction of me. It's okay to go home to listen to Yue Opera." Liao Xuebing's idea is a bit strange. He loves traditional things, whether at home or abroad, but subconsciously resists the current popular methods. For example, the operas like "Carmen" that seem to be long and long nowadays are heard as sweet wine, while many popular songs are regarded as torture.

I started to feel a little urinating. I stood up and looked left and right. I couldn’t tell the difference between the south, south, west and north of the gymnasium. Where is the toilet?

"Teacher, what are you looking for?" An Chunchun asked with concern when he saw him anxious.

"I can't hold it anymore. I want to find a toilet to pee. An Chunchun, do you want to go with me?" Lao Liao often spoke without saying a word.

"What!" An Chunchun's pretty face turned red: "It seems like she is in the backstage, right? There are many people, and it is difficult to find."

Before he finished speaking, Liao Xuebing rushed out in one step.

It takes a big turn from the front seat to the backstage. Fortunately, the fans are more concerned about quality and do not go to the rest of their big stars to make fun of them, so there are a hundred times fewer people here than outside. Only two or three security guards patrolling outside the gate, looking much more leisurely than the security guards outside. The gate reads: "Idle people are forbidden to enter."

If you can't find a place on both sides, it's better to find a dark corner and pull it up quickly.

"Hey, Brother Bing, long time no see." The security guard at the door suddenly spoke.

"Jiang Xiaoer, it turns out it's you." Liao Xuebing looked at it carefully and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for half a year. You have been a security guard. Are you doing a good job?"

The security guard who called Jiang Xiaoer said flatteringly: "It's okay, I've been the leader of the security company and I'm responsible for the safety of this concert today. Brother Bing, why do you also like to listen to the concert?"

"Who doesn't like to see beauties? Is there a toilet inside? Let your buddy go in and urinate." Liao Xuebing said, holding his pants.

Jiang Xiaoer looked embarrassed: "Brother Bing, I'm really sorry. The superiors stipulate that they cannot enter without a pass."

"Go to your mother, you're a pussy. If you don't want to get involved in China Sea, just say it earlier!" Liao Xuebing suddenly became furious and reached out to push him. Jiang Xiaoer couldn't bear the strength of his hand. His eighty-kilogram body hit the small iron gate hard, making a loud noise. The two security guards next to him couldn't help but look at him in fear with their rubber sticks.

Jiang Xiaoer was originally a member of the North City gang. In the past, the security company recruited employees. He relied on his tall figure and skill to become a security captain. He commanded more than 20 subordinates and received a salary of 3,000 yuan a month. He was still sleeping soundly. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the boss Liao Xuebing, who was standing in front of him, and cold sweat fell down to his chin, "Brother Bing, I have something to say, but I am also making a living... The toilet is at the end of the right side of the right. Remember to flush the water after using it."

Seeing Liao Xuebing swaying into the backstage, another security guard whispered: "Captain Jiang, who was that person just now? Why are you so arrogant? Why are you so afraid of him? We can call the police."

"What do you know? If I call the police and catch him, I won't have to mess around in my life."

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Chapter completed!